And really, with just a couple of days to the deadline, I should be pissing in my pants.

I alternate between sporadic fits of reading material I don’t understand, extreme guilt at not having started earlier, complete inability to form coherent links from book to paper and very powerful bouts of sleepiness.

I went to the SOAS Library in the afternoon after meeting L in the morning, with VERY good intentions of furrowing productivity, but was met with a very friendly sign: